Harry Chapin – Mercenaries (Guitar)

        D                       F#m
It's a slow motion night in the hot city lights

      G                              A
Past time when the good folks are snoring in bed

       D                      F#m
On a loose jointed cruise to recolor your blues

       Bm              A Asus              G
With illegal notions alive, alive in your head

         D                             F#m
You are back from some war that you've been fightin' for

      G                           A
Some old blue blood bastard in a dark pin stripped suit

         D                           F#m
And the word from you loins has your mind in your groin

          Bm                        A                 G
And your back pocket burning with blood, blood money loot

        G                         F#m
So you walk past the glow of the flicker picture shows

             Bm                     E
Where the raincoat men wait for a child to come by

          G                          F#m
And the women in doorways who have nothing to say

             Bm                      A                  G
'Cause your money is talking to the one that you would try

 D                          F#m
She owns the block with the dead pawn shop clock

            G                        A
She's the answer to dreams that you pay to come true

          D                           F#m
She's got no heart of gold but that's not what she sold

          Bm                      A                   G
She just sees herself doing what she, what she has to do

           D                      F#m
And she's all that your hopin' as her coat falls open

           G                       A
Give her bread she leads you to a bed on the floor

           D                            F#m
Where for ten million years and through ten million tears

      Bm                       A                     G
The armies of boot men have marched back from their wars

          G                         F#m
She's in that state of grace before time finds her face

        Bm                        E
With a mind of old wisdoms and a body still young

     G                        F#m
And she tastes as sweet as a child's chocolate treat

            Bm                          A                        G
Before the butts and the whiskey have wasted the taste of your tongue

           G                F#m
Play the music again of the grey stubbled men

      Bm                           E
That groan in blue symphony that moans ever more

          G                           F#m
And you watch as she fakes it and of course you just take it

        Bm                     A                    G
She's better than others you never paid your money for

        D                       F#m
You've used up your booty, the girl's done her duty

     Bm                             A
The turn style has turned and you learn you are done

        D                          F#m
You're back on the street joining fresh marching feet

         Bm                       A                 G
You see more soldiers coming and your girl chooses one

          G                         F#m
And the medic has brought shots for what you have caught

      Bm                        E
Your leave is all over, you're back on the line

         G                          F#m
And you joke in the trenches of the hot blooded wenches

          Bm                             A                 G
And the things that you'll do when they next give you the time

            D                        F#m
And you're back in your army, back sheddin' red blood

          G                      A
And you dream of a girl as you sleep in the mud

         D                              F#m
And you know you'd swap with her if the deal could be made

               Bm                  A                   G
'Cause you'd rather be working at love, love as your trade

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(Repeat and fade)